In a bittersweet twist of fate, I started out “too Jewish” for my Catholic friends in elementary school, but not Jewish enough for the kids I met at summer camp, with their youth group logos and wristbands. In Israel, I didn’t feel I had the right to call myself Jewish at all. Now I was too Christian for Jews everywhere, but still too Jewish to completely fit in with my new bible study friends. •
In my most pessimistic moments, I wonder if I’ll never fit in anywhere, with anyone. It’s interesting because Christians are called to be pariahs, to go against the ways of this world. But I am a special kind of pariah.
-“Confessions of a Prodigal Daughter”
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My Advent thoughts at the moment: after an unexpected issue with our health insurance, my bank account is low- like “no cushion of savings to get us through an emergency” low. It’s hard to save money when all your paychecks go straight to bills. Nine months of unemployment was rough, and we are still trying to recover from it even with new jobs now. •
I think of Mary and Joseph wandering in desperation as labor pains grew stronger, with no safe place, no resources, no one to help them through delivery, let alone through the confusing period of new parenthood. I think of their poverty, their fears, and how God came through in ways they did not expect. It was hardly glamorous, but it was sufficient. •
I try to carry that mindset into my own life: God’s grace is rarely glamorous, but sufficient. We are still able to pay our bills, with money left over to eat. No one, especially not our fur babies, is lacking in basic needs. The thought of an unexpected emergency lurks in the back of my mind, though. And even then, we would get through it- we have family who would help us, just as they did through unemployment. We are not alone. We are, in that respect, more fortunate than Jesus’ own parents in their moment of need. •
Here’s the thing, though. Is that network of support really God’s provision...or social/economic privilege? How can I find true peace when the wealth of my circumstances (community counts as wealth) is my main support? Can I really know true peace when I have never been forced to live with absolutely *nothing*? •
I have no answers, but the reminder of the Christmas story helps keep me in a healthy frame of mind.
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To this day, I have no Christmas traditions (unless Chinese food and a movie count). December 25th still means nothing to me – in my mind it’s separate from the season of Advent, which is far more significant. I still can’t stand Christmas movies, which I never watched as a kid but just couldn’t get into as an adult, and contemporary Christmas music drives me insane (the hymns, on the other hand, are my favorite Christian songs ever produced). And it still tweaks my nerves that some people don’t make any effort to be inclusive when they say “Merry Christmas” over “Happy Holidays” to strangers, even though their intentions are good. •
These annoyances make it difficult to focus on Advent, the most significant "reason for the season." But one listen to O Holy Night (the song I walked down the aisle to at my wedding) helps bring me back: Chains shall he break/for the slave is our brother/And in his name/All oppression shall cease.
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